Words to live by...or not.
Day 1 to present
"We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory."
- Louise Glück
"And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it."
- Roald Dahl
"Don't get your bowels in an uproar."
- Lynn Solner
"Their happiness is not my responsibility. Their character is my responsibility."
- Deborah Gilboa
"You look like you sat up all night drinking soy sauce."
- Tegan Jones
“Mommy, can you drop me off at the corner?”
- Frances Bluming, at 6 years
"Olivia's Mom! I had a a dream my hair looked like yours! It was strangled!"
- Melina L.
"Welcome back, Stephanie. It's good to see your sense of humor hasn't changed. It's still totally lacking."
- (Ultimately Beloved) Professor Kevin Carragee
"You could be so pretty if you tried."
- Anonymous Employer 1
"Your eyes look like burnt holes in a blanket."
- Scott M. to me at a 7th grade picnic at Orchard Lake
"Mamahodeju"
- Olivia Bluming, at 18 months, as quoted by Nic Sadler, at 50 years
"We say of some things that they can't be forgiven, or that we will never forgive ourselves. But we do - we do it all the time."
- Alice Munro / "Dear Life"
"Even so, as I sit here on my bed and pull off my stockings and rub my fifty-two-year-old toes, I think that I, too, have done the thing I least wanted to do, that I have given my children the two cruelest gifts I had to give, which are these, the experience of perfect family happiness, and the certain knowledge that it could not last."
- Jane Smiley / "Ordinary Love"
- Melina L.
"Welcome back, Stephanie. It's good to see your sense of humor hasn't changed. It's still totally lacking."
- (Ultimately Beloved) Professor Kevin Carragee
"You could be so pretty if you tried."
- Anonymous Employer 1
"Your eyes look like burnt holes in a blanket."
- Scott M. to me at a 7th grade picnic at Orchard Lake
"Mamahodeju"
- Olivia Bluming, at 18 months, as quoted by Nic Sadler, at 50 years
"We say of some things that they can't be forgiven, or that we will never forgive ourselves. But we do - we do it all the time."
- Alice Munro / "Dear Life"
"Even so, as I sit here on my bed and pull off my stockings and rub my fifty-two-year-old toes, I think that I, too, have done the thing I least wanted to do, that I have given my children the two cruelest gifts I had to give, which are these, the experience of perfect family happiness, and the certain knowledge that it could not last."
- Jane Smiley / "Ordinary Love"
Collecting people and points
It’s good when it’s good...
Carol and me....
I found theseFor discussion...
What if All I Want is a Mediocre Life?
Krista O'Reilly Davi-Digui / No Side Bar
How to Be Creative
Matt Richtel / New York Times
Walking as Creative Fuel
Maria Popova / Brain Pickings
The Debasing of American Politics
Jon Berkely / The Economist
Dear Sabrina
Best Blog Ever by My Friend, Jodi
I Used to be a Human Being
Andrew Sullivan / New York Magazine
Jon Berkely / The Economist
Dear Sabrina
Best Blog Ever by My Friend, Jodi
I Used to be a Human Being
Andrew Sullivan / New York Magazine
For Olivia
For Frances
For Ben
The first time Percy came back
he was not sailing on a cloud.
He was loping along the sand as though
he had come a great way.
'Percy,' I cried out, and reached to him—
those white curls—
but he was unreachable. As music
is present yet you can't touch it.
'Yes, it's all different,' he said.
'You're going to be very surprised.'
But I wasn't thinking of that. I only
wanted to hold him. 'Listen,' he said,
'I miss that too.
And now you'll be telling stories
of my coming back
and they won't be false, and they won't be true,
but they'll be real.'
And then, as he used to, he said, 'Let's go!'
And we walked down the beach together."
- Mary Oliver
he was not sailing on a cloud.
He was loping along the sand as though
he had come a great way.
'Percy,' I cried out, and reached to him—
those white curls—
but he was unreachable. As music
is present yet you can't touch it.
'Yes, it's all different,' he said.
'You're going to be very surprised.'
But I wasn't thinking of that. I only
wanted to hold him. 'Listen,' he said,
'I miss that too.
And now you'll be telling stories
of my coming back
and they won't be false, and they won't be true,
but they'll be real.'
And then, as he used to, he said, 'Let's go!'
And we walked down the beach together."
- Mary Oliver